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Where’s the Blue Ox?

A giant statue of mythical lumberjack Paul Bunyan greets visitors in Bangor, Maine. The legend of North American folk hero Paul Bunyan began in the mid-19th century as a series of stories told by woodsmen in logging camp bunkhouses, from the thick forests of Maine and Quebec to the wilds of northern Minnesota. For generations, tales have been...

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The Road Taken

The former home of poet Robert Frost attracts visitors from around the world. Many people remember reading Robert Frost’s poems in high school, but far fewer know that the four-time Pulitzer Prize winner was once a poultry farmer. In 1900, Frost purchased a small farm in Derry, New Hampshire, where he raised chickens, taught English at nearby Pinkerton...

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City of Peace

Hancock Shaker Village offers a glimpse back in time. In the late 18th century, 100 religious Shakers established a 3,000-acre communal farm in Pittsfield, MA, which they named the “City of Peace.” In spite of their celibate lifestyle, by the early 19th century their number had increased to nearly 300. Largely self-sufficient, the Shakers were able to purchase...

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Where Every Day Was Wednesday

For nearly six decades a neighborhood in Lowell, MA, was home to the factory that produced New England’s favorite pasta. Most people who grew up in New England in the 1970s and ’80s remember eating pasta by Prince,  an iconic local brand that Italian grandmothers would swear by. Some might even remember Prince’s long-running television commercial, filmed in Boston’s North End, featuring a boy named Anthony who runs home for dinner when he remembers that it’s Wednesday— Prince Spaghetti Day. The former Prince Macaroni Manufacturing Co. was located in Lowell, MA, in a neighborhood known as “Spaghettiville.” The plant rolled out New England’s favorite pasta from 1939 until it closed in 1997,  ten years after being acquired from its local owners by Borden Foods. Today, the former pasta factory is a high tech data center. The “Welcome to Spaghettiville” sign on an old railroad bridge is about all that remains of the neighborhood’s gastronomic legacy.         

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